[Yang frowns down at her hands now. Her emotions have always been her greatest weakness. She should be glad to have them siphoned off, at least a little, if that means she'll have better concentration and control.]

[But she's so damn sick of hurting people she cares about. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.]

If that happens and I start going after the people I care about, you've got full permission to take me out. Or get the mob to do it, whatever. I'd rather die and reset myself than carry around the blood of my friends on my conscience.

[She doesn't have the heart to get fired up and pack her words full of conviction, it's still too soon after that whole stupid butterfly mask thing.]

How long did that last?